Another cycle, another day, the world turns and she sighs. Waiting for Wisdom to speak to her.
She turns and looks toward the the growing abyss. The light has saved her but the world still hates her. She smiles and she cries, because she knows that wisdom never dies. The watcher, watches, but the sword cuts deep. What is it that humanity seeks? A redeemer comes through each cycle. A word, a whisper, a kiss. Yet, it does not last.
Believe what you will, but truth always prevails. Tic, toc a clock goes in realms unseen. Though mercy comes and continues to wait. You sink deeper and deeper into your mistakes. I will see you when the war is won.
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Jillian A. Weiss
I'm 24 years old looking to put myself out there as a writer and make my voice heard. I write poetry and fiction. I may branch out into other genres too. If you like my work please leave a tip!
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